Murder Was The Case O.S.T. — текст песни (Young Soldierz)

Eastside nigga, Westside nigga
Eastside nigga, Westside nigga
Eastside nigga, Westside nigga
Eastside nigga, Westside nigga

[MAUSBERG]
Here I come with a fourteen Mausberg
Pistol-whip pumped now punk fools finna get served
Chillin` in a cut ??? with my road dogs
Smokin a blunt
Now my car`s full of `erb smog
Gangsters in Watts they grew up by the gang shit
It`s time to get paid deliver over a lil` famous
Some are still peacin`, some ain`t down with that peace trip
I`m rollin on D`s, I got my 9 with them 1-6
Stupid busters come to ?? to show he`s brave
But I`m afraid to beslave and that keeps me and `em lookin off in the grave punk

[POPS]
G Pops once again I`m back
Fresh black Chuck still twisted off the Cognac
You messed up but you gave it your best the West side is the side
To place your ?Best Yet?
We`re down with the set trip but if you want the funk
I draw down, pistol whip you then I take your lump
If it`s trouble you want, fool grab your Glock
(It`s the Westside Rider!) G Pops
I keep it goin if it`s on and it`s popping
Yes I fold you, win your soldiers

[REDRUM 781]
Still stuck on the streets starvin`, stomach grumblin`
My knuckles mad scarred from all the rumblin, stumblin over bodies
Damn they almost got me good
Neither cops nor caps can neither stop me hood
Should I serve `em and swervin` and skip town
Oh yeah, we`re gone get down, fool you gonn` get clowned
How did you figure the trigger weapon wouldn`t jump in all rounds
I`ll be dumpin all slugs I`d be pumpin off
Pumpin Eastside-Westside to set it off
You got something on your chest, fool, let it off

[DOGG]
Once again, once again, the Dogg is back
What`s up to all the hookers and peace to the hoodrats
My hood is double 0 too ?popper? than tip-top
I got enough jackers`ll get around like 2Pac
Damn, here comes the One-Time, what`s it all about?
Throw the strap in the bushes, put the yay` in my mouth
Gotta get away, can`t be goin to jail-in
Nothing but smooth sailin, uhh uhh uhh
The Westside got it poppin`
Fools steady droppin`, young doggs are hoggs
Westsiiiide!

Chorus...

[?STRETCH DOG?]
Little homey who is true, nig` what`s happenin?
Is you rollin` with the warriors? Yes it`s on and crackin`
It`s the kingpin gangster with no balls
At no cost a loud mouth I`ll get ya broke off
Now we can step into the streets and we can chunk em
All I say is Give me no hesitation, no way no dumpin
As I bail down the vibe as a wild G
Nuthin but a dogg, but the projects is IN MEEEE!
And that`s really all I know, Y-S to the brain
Eastside til I die, stayin real with this thang

[RED-RAG a.k.a BIG WY]
It`s the Y-B-I-G, punks break wild
Watchin` gangster stumble bank, chippin off and say you lack
As I tweak in my seat on a new wild pact
Fools homicide, keepin` up the Westside
As you know I ain`t no joke or no riddle
Quit when I set trip, bailin` up the middle (Y.G.)
They caught us first, we can never be no gentlemen
I wear Chucks, boxer trunks and a Pendleton
As I step, now I`m fresh out the shower
It`s all the Westside, bustin` on my 80 Bower

[LIL` STRETCH]
Lil` Stretch here to face, come to check nuts
Layin `em down so tell me now whose next up?
I`m hittin` corners in `4 ass lifted-up
Back to the Eastside fool as I hit you up
Big nuts, black Chucks and a fresh Glock
Fresh socks, khaki cut-offs and tank-tops
So if you really hear me fool, won`t cha let me know
Roll up the window, fire up that endo
I`ma do the same as a wild G, throw back
To the Eastsiiiiide
Where we known to jack, huh

Chorus...



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